While the rest of the party amused themselves ignoring the plotline and fomenting rebellion in Caldeia City, Alihulk Junior was out pounding the streets looking for clues to his father’s whereabouts. By tracing orders of his father’s favourite foods, wines and types of slave among the city’s markets, and talking to the delivery men, he triangulated his father’s position. The party tooled up those of their freedmen who had military experience and set off, posing as merchants bearing gifts as the first step in broadening their trading network. To recap, at this point the group consists of a paladin of Hulian with his Amazon bodyguard, a fat albino pygmy, a half-Nandal, Alihulk Junior, simmering with revenge, a Caldeian estate manager, and five Ivory Savannah spearmen recently freed from slavery and pretending to be slave-soldiers escorting the others.

The story arc was now back on track and I led the party into Hosts, a scenario from Beasts of the Dominions. That was published four years ago, so without giving away the full details I feel comfortable revealing that it is an everyday story of an estate in ruins, giant mutated life-forms, and evil sorcery.

Pausing only to succour the pregnant girl and slaughter the estate-owner’s henchman they met on the way in, they entered the estate and encountered the aforementioned giant mutants. All the NPCs bar two (the estate manager and one spearman) panicked and fled into the nearby cane thickets, where the mutants hunted them down and killed almost all of them – Hippolyta the Amazon was recovered at death’s door after the scenario and saved by Peter’s Healing, which surely can only reinforce her devotion to him.

Undeterred, the party managed to reach safety in the mansion’s tower ahead of their foes and slam the door, after which they noticed screaming upstairs. Marching to the sound of the screams, they found Alihulk Senior engaged in dark sorcery involving a terrified girl and attacked him directly.

Alihulk Junior drew a two of hearts, and just stood there sputtering while his father exclaimed “Still a disappointment, I see,” and laid into the others. Losing the melee after a few rounds, our dark sorceror teleported away, and while the NPCs cowered on the ground floor, everyone except Abishag piled outside in pursuit, taking a moment to set fire to the tower.

Abishag, of course, started looting the building, but one of the spearmen (established on the journey in as being violently hostile to pygmies) took advantage of the distraction to stab him with a spear. This sideshow continued while Peter, Alihulk and Borg ran after the evil sorceror, to find him surrounded by giant mutant creatures drawn up in serried ranks and waiting for them.

A long and brutal melee ensued, but at length the sorceror felt it appropriate to flee on mutant creature-back. Alihulk Junior chose this moment to consume his potion of Speed, run after them, and leap up to grapple his father, casting aside his customary two longswords.

A truly cinematic fistfight ensued, burning through bennies right and left, until they both fell off the sorceror’s mount. The sorceror then teleported away and ran off, but was detained by a bolt of Hulian’s holy fire from Peter and a stab wound donated by Borg. A frenzied Alihulk then ran up and proceeded to beat his father – his enemy – to death with his fists.

Reflections

The encounter between Alihulks Senior and Junior was everything I could’ve hoped for; the younger apparently freezing once face to face with the man he has been chasing for the last six years real time, and goodness knows how long in game time. The slippery sorceror escaping again and again, only to be caught by the son he has so often spurned. The fistfight atop a charging mutant. The near-escape, Alihulk’s friends slowing down the villain long enough for Alihulk to catch him, and the final showdown.

Most satisfying.

But what about Alihulk’s Enemy Hindrance? I asked his player. Now that his enemy is dead?

“Back on the Ivory Savannah,” he said, “That old witch told me I have a brother…”

It’s gratifying that the Shadows of Keron campaign refuses to die, but I have to take into account that some of the younger players are moving on with their lives, so if possible, the story arcs involving their PCs need to be brought to a satisfactory conclusion while they are still around.

Thus it was that last weekend the party found themselves on the outskirts of Caldeia City, in pursuit of Alihulk Senior, chaos cultist, evil demon-worshipper, dark sorceror, and Alihulk Junior’s father. (The player took the character’s own father as the focus of his Enemy Hindrance at character creation.)

Alihulk’s player was unable to join us for the Saturday session, so the plan was that the group would move into Caldeia City and pick up the sorceror’s trail, then when the missing player arrived for the Sunday session, we would follow that up with the final dramatic showdown.

I thought that The Windowless Tower from Places of the Dominions would be a nice way to lead up to that, and strewed clues to that location and Alihulk Senior’s whereabouts and current plans in their path.

Naturally, they ignored all these clues completely. Instead, posing as Independent Cities merchants trying to break into the drugs and slave trade, they set up a meeting with a minor Caldeian nobleman. They promptly murdered him, took over his villa, and set up a complex scheme of buying the stroppiest slaves they could find, putting them through cold turkey to remove all traces of drugs from their systems, deprogramming them, and releasing them into the city.

Why, you ask? I certainly did. It turns out Peter Perfect the paladin of Hulian has taken a disliking to the Caldeians since their economy is based on trading slaves and addictive drugs, and has developed a fanatical focus on overthrowing King Caldaios. Since the only character in the party who has Streetwise or any similar skill is run by the player who couldn’t make this session, they decided they couldn’t find the revolutionary underground, so they would have to do something that attracted its attention. Luckily for them the underground found them before the secret police did, and promised to return later for serious negotiations.

Learning that the dead nobleman had visited the Windowless Tower did attract their attention, and they visited it themselves for long enough to ransack it, kill almost everything inside, and burn it to the ground. I tell you, Old School roleplaying is alive and well around here.

Meanwhile, thanks to some astonishing reaction rolls, the amazon bodyguard they picked up at the end of episode 30 has developed a crush on Peter (who is charismatic, noble, honourable, and somewhat dim). The party have renamed her Hippolyta, and one name is as good as another, so I let that stand. The lady of the house, following another set of whacky dice rolls, turns out to be [a] smokin’ hot, [b] a keen poisoner, and [c] convinced that the best chance of survival for her and her children is a romantic dalliance with Peter. So a game of cat and mouse has developed, with the Caldeian noblewoman trying to poison the Amazon, and the Amazon trying to stab the noblewoman while no-one is looking. Peter has the Clueless Hindrance and is thus largely oblivious to this, but Abishag the hobbit poisoner-assassin is well aware of it all and watching with great amusement, meanwhile teaching the children of the house all he knows about killing people. He justifies this by pointing out they are the only people he knows who do not trigger his Quirk of “Hates everyone taller than him.”

The estate manager (Balthazar) they also picked up at the end of episode 30 fancies the Amazon, so is quietly supporting the noblewoman. He is also a closet sorceror on the run from his school of wizardry, but this has not yet come to light.

Borg, meanwhile, originally a half-orc, has never felt more at home, thanks to the Caldeian practice of modifying their slaves using drugs, cross-breeding, and vile sorcery. Aside from Tricarnia this is likely the only place in the Dominions where a party consisting of what appears to be four humans, a half-Nandal, and a fat albino pygmy can pass without attracting undue attention.

Shadows of Keron lurched briefly back into life over the weekend. Four of us found ourselves in a windswept cottage in Oxfordshire with a bunch of dice, more whiskey than the mind can comfortably conceive of, and a copy of Beasts of the Dominions.

HUNTER’S MOON

Since the group was last seen in the Ivory Savannah, that is where we pick up their story again. I had packed BoD because what one needs in these circumstances is a short, picaresque adventure that can be finished in a few hours; and in the Ivory Savannah we find Hunter’s Moon, an everyday story of tribesmen, merchant caravans, the Elephants’ Graveyard, and Things Man Was Not Meant To Know.

We established earlier that the group splintered at some point between Ekul and the Brown Sea, and is making its way home in penny packets. While our series regulars are off dealing death to Kumal the Smiling and picking up a piece of treasure they will really regret finding, three of the fellowship have taken passage with a merchant caravan across the Savannah, intending to cross that, then the Red Desert, and thus at last come home to the Independent Cities.

These worthies are Peter Perfect the Paladin, Seasoned holy warrior of Hulian; Abishag, Seasoned halfling thief (don’t ask); and Alihulk Junior, Seasoned fighting man and the living embodiment of the phrase “No retreat – no surrender”.

I will limit my report of the scenario to avoid spoilers, but here are a couple of vignettes for you:

Alihulk attempting to catch a man-eating lion by covering himself in raw meat and sleeping outdoors. He attracted a lot in the way of noisome vermin, but no lions.

Peter replaying the famous motion tracker scene from Aliens using Detect Arcana and a Thing Man Was Not Meant To Know.

Alihulk, mounted on a lame warpony, chasing down a burning lion (set on fire by Peter Perfect) and grappling it. That really didn’t end well for either party.

Hunter’s Moon worked well. The plot is very linear, but the players naturally followed it without apparently noticing that, and with no steering from me. A fine time was had by all.

LATIFUNDIUM

As veteran roleplayers, the party got through Hunter’s Moon more quickly than I’d expected, and I felt Alihulk and Abishag deserved some time in the spotlight as Peter had shone in that scenario.

So it was that they encountered an old witch in a walking hut (Baba Yaga-style) who had seen Alihulk’s father and brother earlier. Learning that the father, Alihulk Senior, had moved to Caldeia to become a dark sorceror – he is Alihulk Junior’s enemy, which is intriguing – and that Alihulk Junior’s younger brother had followed him there some time later, the party decided to follow them down the Buffalo River to Caldeia.

Peter Perfect was bent on overthrowing this stronghold of slavery and dark sorcery; Alihulk aimed to confront his father; and Abishag is designed for city work, so we ought to get him into a city for a bit.

I had a vague plan, based on Alihulk Senior being somehow connected with the Disciples of the Black Temple, a couple of recycled NPCs, and a copy of the Mythic GME tables, and this proved to be enough. In fact, it flowed more smoothly than Hunter’s Moon, because I didn’t need to look anything up.

The first sign of civilisation they found was a slave plantation. After maiming a slave overseer because he wouldn’t free the slaves, they decided to enter the villa and have it out with the plantation manager, who they had learned ran the place on behalf of a priest prince. There, Peter and Alihulk were mistaken for guests at the evening’s orgy, and Abishag for part of the entertainment. Taking ruthless advantage of this, they attempted to suborn the plantation manager with a plan for a more cost-efficient plantation operated by freedmen, and offered to stand in for the stable boys who would otherwise have to handle the Priest-Prince’s giant bat steed (“We usually have to replace a couple of stable boys when he visits on that, it’s vicious.”).

After much planning, they settled on ambushing the Priest-Prince as he arrived, using Lower Trait to discomfit his steed. He had realised something was wrong on the approach, and consequently survived the crash-landing because he had Deflection and Armour running, which also helped him with assorted stabbings. While his Amazon bodyguard was being run through by Alihulk, the Priest-Prince made a run for the edge of the roof, intending to leap off and trust to his Armour to save him from the fall; but Peter rugby-tackled him and then stabbed him fatally.

The plantation manager, arriving to greet his master, took in the scene quickly and realised that his life was forfeit. Secretly, he also has a thing for the Amazon, so ran to save her. Learning that the Amazons are loyal to whoever pays them, and that the death of her principal makes her life forfeit and her contract void, Peter heals her, and the party decamp before the three other Priest-Princes expected at the orgy can arrive.

They are now on the outskirts of Caldeia, planning their next move. Little do they know that Baaltasar the plantation manager is in fact a renegade Disciple of the Black Temple, on the run.

I have enough material to keep running the game for another year, maybe two, but with several of the group dealing with serious illness in the family, two running after a new baby, one off to university and two off to Japan, the best I can hope for is a long hiatus. All the same, it’s been fun while it lasted, and a real success. My only regret is that it petered out, rather than ending on the kind of slam-bang, white-knuckle high note I’d hoped for; but such is life.

If you count the city of Irongrave where the PCs began, which was absorbed into the Dread Sea Dominions once Beasts & Barbarians captured my imagination, this campaign has lasted about four years of real time; one of the longest I’ve ever run.

The game introduced half-a-dozen new people to role-playing, and four of them still play on a regular basis; that’s a win, right there. I converted the whole group to Savage Worlds – win – and they converted me to Shadowrun – win. I got to know Piotr Korys and Umberto Pignatelli – win.

Over the course of the campaign, the PCs have grown from their lowly beginnings at Novice rank to the edge of Legendary. They have travelled across the Dominions from the Independent Cities to the Troll Mountains to the Ivory Savannah. They have looted tombs, toppled kingdoms and slain a god. They have upset the balance of power in the Dominions for centuries to come by gifting both the Ascaian Amazons and the Smith-Priests of Hulian the secret of steel-making.

What now for our heroes?

The Warforged intends seizing control of the abandoned City of the Winged God, where he plans to create a new race of warforged and take over the world – for the greater good of all, of course. (It always starts like that, doesn’t it? Then there are dissenters, then the Blast powers and frying pans come out, and the screaming starts…)

Nessime has been instructed by the Smith-Priests to make her way to Jalizar, there to help contain its ancient evils.

Gutz’ present whereabouts are unknown; but the party’s jewels are safe with him, wherever he and Maximus the warhorse are – at least until he finds a tavern with dancing-girls…

This was an improvised scenario aimed at switching the narrative track towards Caldeia, where I intend to run the Kithtakharos adventures next. Sitting down at the table, I pulled together a number of leftover plot threads – campaigns start to write themselves after a while. So there were undead guardians, a Daughter of Hordan, a handsome slave in vigorous good health, a Valkyrie, assorted Valk on warponies, a dark and stormy night, and a cave.

“We are NOT going in that cave,” said the Warforged. “There’s always something nasty in caves.”

Deftly bypassing the cave (and its undead guardians), the party treks on through the night and the pouring rain.

At length, they come upon an encampment, with a couple of dozen Valk and their tents, the leaders debating something with a Valkyrie. The Warforged hates Valk, and is all for slaughtering them on the spot. Nessime takes a more reasoned approach, and being unsure what to do, consults the Hindrances on her character sheet as I often counsel players to do in these situations.

Heroic. Are the Valk in trouble? No, so Nessime does not have to help them.

Loyal: Friends. Are the Valk her friends? No, so this Hindrance doesn’t come into play.

Vow: Fight evil until the last fire goes out (she is a paladin of Hulian, in effect). Are the Valk evil? Well… they worship demons. They speak the same language as demons. Close enough.

They approach stealthily, and The Warforged opens hostilities with a Fear spell. All the lesser Valk and the warponies flee in panic, but by virtue of not running away, the Valkyrie reveals herself to be a Wild Card. Gutz then taunts her something rotten, one of his favourite tactics, and she becomes Shaken. This buys the party enough time to drop an overpowered Blast spell on her, killing her outright despite the liberal application of GM Bennies.

Searching the wreckage, they discover a slave hiding in the Valkyrie’s tent, which also contains a map, a half-written letter, and a strange leathery object somewhat bigger than a football.

“Do you have a name?” asked Nessime.

“Yes, ma’am,” replied the now-freed slave. “Antaeus.”

“Oh you poor thing,” she said. “I am so sorry.”

This leaves Antaeus in a state of confusion, little knowing that throughout the campaign the only NPCs to survive encounters with the party have been those without names (and Kumal the Smiling); having a name ensures NPC death, or so the party now believes.

Antaeus declines to join the party, even after gifts of weapons and armour, but does agree to travel with them to the next town, wherever that might be. He explains that he was a prisoner of war from the Kyrosian rebellion the PCs fought in some time ago, sold as a slave and passed from merchant to merchant until the Valk picked him up. Had they kept on with this line of questioning they might have learned something truly useful, but since it’s not something Antaeus wants to talk about he doesn’t volunteer it. The party instead becomes distracted by the map and letter. The letter is apparently from the Valkyrie to someone called Baltazar, which several of the party recognised as a Tricarnian name, explaining that she has the object he seeks and is bringing it to him in Caldeia. (Gutz immediately reasons that this must be the leathery object, and it is therefore valuable and should be carried off.) The map is interesting partly because it exactly matches the map Gutz liberated from his erstwhile colleagues early in the campaign, which he was told by said colleagues showed the location of a great treasure, and partly because it has little pictures of Warforged on it, in the Caldeian swamps.

By now the party is getting the idea, and decides to press on south towards Caldeia. They come to a river, and determine (rightly) that if they follow it downstream they should come to the swamps. After a little while, they encounter the warponies, who have somehow got onto the other side of the river. There is much debate about how to cross the river to get to them, but at length this plan is abandoned.

A little while later, they encounter the Valk, who are looking for their warponies. Now that it is daylight, Kumal the Smiling (for it is he) recognises his opponents. He bullies the other Valk into attacking the party (because he hates them), then attempts to sneak off (because he is terrified of The Warforged, and not without reason).

Outnumbered three to one by dismounted nomad archers, the party is undaunted. The Warforged fires off his signature Blast spell against Kumal, and incinerates him, again despite GM Bennies.

Gutz takes a moment to honour the memory of a worthy foe, while Nessime uses Beast Friend and an excellent Persuasion roll to convince a swarm of nearby meerkats that the Valk are attempting to steal their territory. Two of them fall under a whirlwind of tiny teeth, claws, and offers of cheap warpony insurance.

Gutz drops a couple with arrows, The Warforged barrels into the closest group and whacks them silly with his Enchanted Sorceror’s Frying Pan, and once they reach 70% casualties the survivors break and run.

Antaeus is volunteered to pick up and carry the loot (mostly composite bows), since the party forgot he was there and didn’t use him in the fight. (He was quite happy with that, and they didn’t seem to need his help.)

It is without further incident that the group travels downriver into the swamps, to the sleepy village of Kithtakharos, which I must now read up on.

If you have worked out what that leathery object is, don’t tell them, it’ll spoil the surprise.

Previously, on Shadows of Keron… The party is on its way south across the Brown Sea, heading back to their homes in the Independent Cities.

GM’s Notes: This was the second improvised scenario from our annual gaming weekend, stolen from one of the comics in my Savage Sword of Conan collection, played in between White Box D&D sessions as a palate cleanser and change of pace. The premise, of which the party are initially unaware, is that long ago, a sorceror made a pact with a demon granting him immortality, but didn’t read the small print. He is immortal, and can only die by the blade of a hero, but he does not have eternal youth, and cannot leave his tower. Over the centuries he has become bored beyond belief, and increasingly decrepit, and now wishes only to die. Since the nature of the pact precludes suicide, he attempts to lure parties of adventurers to his home in the hopes that one will eventually breach his defences and kill him. Meanwhile, since the only pleasures left to him are eating, reading and writing, he has by means of letters left on the beach established trade with nearby islands. He can’t actually starve to death, but he can get hungry beyond belief…

Arriving at the next island on their route, the party trade in their stolen fishing boat, and while wondering what to do next, come across a poster nailed to a building near the docks:

REWARDBring the Blessing of Hulian to an old man in dire need, and you will be well rewarded.
Beware, there will be trials of water, earth, fire and air.
Seek out Captain Rimpoche at the sign of the Jade Idol for more details.

Peter Perfect the Paladin of Hulian cannot resist the chance to further his god’s aims. Abishag, Alihulk Jr and Borg cannot resist the chance to spend what gold they have in a pub. The Warforged tags along, grumbling about wanting to get home, and why is there always someone who needs help, and why does it have to be the party that does it… Everyone ignores him.

As they enter the bar, everything falls silent and all eyes turn to the PCs. (Every so often I like to remind the players how bizarre they are as a group, although it doesn’t do to derail the adventure in the way their freakishness really should.) A native of the Dread Sea Dominions would consider Alihulk and Peter (humans) normal enough, Borg (originally a half-orc) some kind of Nandal, Abishag (hobbit thief) a fat albino pygmy, and The Warforged “By the Divine Couple, what is that thing? Run!”

However, when the party first refrains from violence (a less likely occurrence than you might think) and orders a round of drinks for the house, the few locals present decide that their odd appearance is tolerable. The barkeep agrees to rent them rooms for the night, and points out Captain Rimpoche, a fat, jolly Jademan sailor in a black shirt embroidered with flaming skulls. The party is ready to kill him for this poor dress sense, but fortunately Peter makes a Knowledge: Religion roll and remembers that Jademen sometimes wear these emblems and nothing should be inferred about their personalities from it. Passage is arranged for the morning.

Now, at this point I was expecting them to gather information on the mission, and use that to make a plan. However, Peter is Clueless with d4 Smarts and roleplays that to the hilt, so simply went to bed. The rest of them decided the best use of their time would be an arm-wrestling contest with the local fishermen, which went on into the small hours.

The following morning, they make their way to the docks where they discover the good Captain supervising the loading of provisions and cargo onto the ship. The Captain explains that he is taking food to the next island, and that nearly triggers a brawl, as The Warforged and Peter decide the party must be the “food” to which he refers. However, the Captain explains that as part of his regular route, he drops off a cargo of food on the island the old man lives on, and picks up a bag of gold coins for his troubles. He leaves the cargo in a clearing overnight, and in the morning recovers his gold and moves on to the next port. The party also discover during the voyage that Rimpoche inherited this route from his father, which should have been a warning to them, and that Rimpoche has never actually seen the old man. So long as the gold keeps coming, he sees no reason to rock the boat, as it were.

Rimpoche also mentions that from time to time, groups of scurrilous ne’er-do-wells decide that there must be more gold wherever the payments come from, and venture inland to visit the old man. These do not return.

As usual, the characters of those players not present help the crew set up camp for the night and turn in, as do most of the party. However, The Warforged and Abishag sneak out to the clearing where the cargo has been left. They discover it is carried off by Headless Zombies during the night, but amazingly don’t steal the gold. For reasons not entirely clear to me, neither drops any hints about what they have seen to the others.

In the morning, they pay Rimpoche to wait for them, and follow the zombie trail inland, eventually coming upon a four-storey tower which points a tube at them as they approach. (The players correctly divine this is a telescope.) The tower’s floors are painted in different colours; first brown, then orange, then blue, then finally white at the top, which is where the tube is.

The Trial of Water consists of an economy-sized water elemental in the tower’s moat. Alihulk is sent to swim over to the drawbridge and lower it, at which point the elemental grabs him and starts playfully smacking him into the walls. To my delight, The Warforged dives in to help… and being made of metal and weighing nearly half a ton, sinks straight to the bottom of the moat. Alas, The Warforged dominates the elemental with Puppet and instructs it to return both he and Alihulk to dry land, and break the drawbridge chains. The drawbridge falls, and the party enters the lowest floor of the tower.

The Trial of Earth is a trio of stone golems (I just made those up on the fly, which is easy to do with Savage Worlds). Abishag kills one outright with a slingstone, to the awe of the rest of the party – a series of exploding d4 can take anything down with enough luck. The rest are disposed of by more conventional means. Peter talks to the severed heads around the walls (these are the missing parts of the Headless Zombies), which warn him about the necromancer at the top of the tower. The party then advances up the spiral staircase to…

The Trial of Fire, which consists of two dozen Headless Zombies and six fire elementals which on a whim I decide are immune to normal damage (by now I’m running the adventure entirely without the aid of the rulebook, making up challenges and monsters as I go). Wholesale use of Blast and Bolt powers dispose of most of them, wreaking havoc on the structural integrity of the building, but the most entertaining episode is Alihulk shield-bashing a small group of zombies and doing so much damage thanks to aces that he goes straight through the tower wall. The rest of the party leave him dangling in the wind and tramp upstairs while he hauls himself back in.

The Trial of Air is on the third floor, which consists of six passages radiating from the central staircase and leading to a balcony which encircles the tower. Wind can be heard howling outside, which is puzzling since the air was calm at ground level. There are no stairs upwards, but the party correctly decides that there will be stairs outside on the balcony. Peter strides forward confidently, overcomes the attempts of the circling air elementals to blow him off the tower, and locates the staircase. Abishag follows him, and is blown off the tower, saving himself by grabbing Peter’s belt. Peter is dragged back towards the edge, Borg leaps forwards to grab them both and haul them back in… and goes over, saving himself by grabbing Abishag’s feet. The combined weight is too much for Peter, who starts sliding off, but due to his Loyalty Hindrance he can’t bring himself to let the other two fall, and neither of them wants to take one for the team by letting go.

Alihulk reaches the balcony, takes in the scene, and saunters past them on his way up to the top. I am still not entirely sure why.

The Warforged, however, runs up behind Alihulk and, firing blind, makes a lucky Puppet roll to dominate an air elemental and uses it to push his comrades back onto the balcony.

An Unusual Boss Fight now plays out. Grinning evilly, I produce a stack of GM bennies, and ask for their moves. Alihulk enters the top story, which is your typical mad wizard’s laboratory, to find an aged and decrepit man before him, making no attempt to defend himself, with a disturbing smile on his face. Not even Alihulk can bring himself to strike down the old codger in cold blood, so he settles for slapping him. Peter Perfect barges into the room, and demands to Detect Evil on the victim (remember, we’ve been playing D&D most of the weekend). Now, there’s no such spell in SW, but we agree that if he can roll high enough on Notice, he can get the same info. Peter Boosts his Notice, makes a corking roll, and is convinced the old guy is indeed a necromancer of surpassing evil. The party falls upon him with gusto, and the old man just stands there smiling, taking the blows. I am grinning an evil grin at the players and toying with my pile of GM bennies, but not using any of them. At length the necromancer dies, whispering through blood and broken teeth, “Ye lose, ye hated Elder Gods… ye lose…”

I have never seen the party so unsettled, as they tried to work out by what hideous means the necromancer would return from the grave to wreak his unholy revenge, and what on earth I was saving the bennies for. They decided that the Big Bad must have transferred his consciousness into Abishag, largely on the strength of Abishag purloining a small chest of gold coins during the fight. However, before they could lynch him, The Warforged (always on the lookout for arcane lore) found the necromancer’s journal while rummaging through the pile of papers Peter was using to make an impromptu funeral pyre, and discovered what was going on.

They retired to a safe distance and demolished the now-tottering tower with Blast spells, then marched back to the beach in triumph. Here, Captain Rimpoche was about to remonstrate with them about their impact on his livelihood (no more cargo runs to this island for him!) when he realised that the group appeared to have demolished a four-storey tower in short order, and as far as he could tell, using only hand weapons. Discretion is the better part of valour, he thinks.

REFLECTIONS

This one worked well, better than the earlier improvised session in episode 27; I consider myself back on form.

Next time, on Shadows of Keron… The party is back on dry land once more, and homeward bound through southern Kyros, hoping to avoid any entanglement with the Kyrosian Army, which does not count itself among their greatest fans. But wait… Look, on the horizon… can that be the dust of many, many hooves?